This is a continuation of Dark Lord Rising but from Pansy's and their son's pov.

It had been almost seven years since Harry was thrown into Azkaban. Every year I shed a few tears for the injustice that had befallen my beloved husband. He did write a series of letters to be sent each year for my little darling baby. He isn't much of a baby now at the age six years, almost seven. Right after the battle we worked out all our frustrations and emotions. I found out a month later, I was pregnant. Harry was already locked up. I sent him a letter telling him and he was happy for me but annoyed he would not be there for us.

A new letter came for James. They all went over what the past dark lords have done and where he can and will improve and be better. No splitting your soul or letting emotions take a hold on you. He was already my little Slytherin.

I wandered outside looking for that unruly shock of dark brown hair. Recently it has started to gain a few different colors due to the recessive metamorphagus gene delivered from the Black line.

I found him under the willow tree that we used to spend all our time under. "James I called out quietly not to startle him. A small bird was near his foot and he was softly talking and soothingit. I could see the gleam in his eye though, it was more of a micheivous look than an innocent hope. Passing him the letter I retreated to my room to compose my next letter detailing the past year.

PP~HP~PP~HP

~James POV~

It was that day of the year again. My mother and I have quite the open relationship. At the age of four when I found her crying and I asked her why. She told me all the details from who he was to what he did and what the public thinks. My friends were supposed to come over today but Alexander, Theo and Tracy's boy had to go to Mundungos for his annual checkup and boosters while his sister Violet was sick. Lily is out of the country so I am alone for today.

Opening the letter Father started to detail Voldemort's mistakes to me,

My little (or Not-so-Little) boy James,

Back to our conversation on Voldemort. His original name was Tom Marvolo Riddle JR. he let his rage consume him and it caused major mistakes such as the Chamber incident I told you about last year. He created 7 Horocruxes, soul chambers, so he could be immortal. That is you lesson, let life continue on its course. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Avoid the Weaslys.

Your father,

Harry James Potter

Short and to the point as always. Spotting my own owl circling above me I leaned back as his white feathers glinted in the light. Landing, my own snowy owl, a decendant of Hedwig, nuzzled my hand and held out his leg. Battle Scar, don't judge I was five, hooted once before flying away. I had a small obsession with Lion King and war when I named the newly hatched chick.

Only four more years before the start of my Hogwarts education, and little will they know just what will be waiting for them. They will all pay for locking up innocent men and women in that hell hole thay call a prison. I swear it on my magic. So mote it be.